I’m not sure there’s any value in applying what I do to portraits but I’m trying it because I want to be able to have these creeps as actors in my scenarios.
Steve Bell’s bum or bollock-nosed S&M pig is somewhat overwhelming.
But maybe there is something in looking at them closely and being as objective as one can while taking the control of the image out of their hands …
But Neil Kinnock is right: Joseph Goebbels did believe that if you told a big enough lie and kept telling it, people would believe it. So in that way Osborne is a chip off the old block.
The economic problems we face are Labour’s fault, the recession is Europe’s and Labour’s fault, things are getting better, the deficit is our focus, borrowing is going down, austerity is working, we’re all in it together … aye aye aye … one could scream.
He might not be the brightest button in the basket but nobody’s that dim.
Maybe the whithering contempt is also just an act.
Perhaps little Gideon is as needy and eager to please his superiors as he always was.
Two dream images, The Sphinx and The Eunuchs … both strangely mythic.
I’m not sure either of these really make a great deal of sense, intellectually, but both of them forced their way out and on to the screen unbidden and in their own ways are compelling so I’ve added both to my portfolio.
Dream images are the clearest, the purest … but also the hardest to predict or control.
The St Louis Police in Ferguson, NYPD in New York, police officers across the US “see” danger in black men, they are often genuinely afraid, they feel threatened and they respond with terminal force. Racial bias against black men is the norm in the US and probably here in the UK too. But it is not natural … it is half as common among African Americans as their Caucasian colleagues … it is cultural. And it can be changed.
Three brutalised eunuchs policing the streets on behalf of the ruling class, they do not betray; it is not their job to serve or protect the people who live in those streets.
They are almost blind but can see enough to discern the skin colour of the person in front of them.
They are both impotent and powerful, victims as much as victimisers, kapos … machine-like as well as human, white, Hispanic and African American and yet all painted white.
In my dream they were utterly terrifying and now they match the dream pretty well and yet they are ridiculous, strutting automatons. Well, I suppose they aren’t going to be beating me or anyone else.
And it’s not as though we (in the UK) have room to talk when you look at the figures.
Police routinely detain and search, and more and more, pepper spray and taser anyone who fails to comply, to offer complete deference … when did this become a crime?
Der Golem spielt mit seinem Modell der Germania … oh no, that was someone else, in another time … Netanyahu plays with his model of a rebuilt Solomon’s Temple … in a Jewish only Jerusalem.
The British and Americans created a Golem to defend the Jewish people (or their interests in the region — enlightened self-interest of course) and as the story dictates, in hubris and absent mindedness, they’ve lost control and now it is the existential threat to the “promised” land.
OK, so why is this not in your portfolio?
Need time to absorb, evaluate.
Carl Boese and Paul Wegener’s movie, “Der Golem, wie er in die Welt kam” of 1920, is pretty obscure to start with and likening Netanyahu to Hitler, even slightly, and in jest, is a bit heavy.
But an Israel that relegates even its own one and a half million non-jewish citizens to second class status before the law is an abomination.
He may be made of the same mud as the temple mount but so are about nine and half million Palestinians, a diaspora who can’t go home.
Holman Hunt’s weird and lurid little painting, mostly done at Usdum (that’s Mount Sodom to me) on the Dead Sea in Judea, fascinated me as a kid — a tiny day-glo nightmare with a rainbow (the one in Manchester anyway); compelling but obviously mad and a bit crappy.
I didn’t know that he had some sort of crazy millenarian christian zionist (they have those?) conviction that any jew seeing it would spontaneously convert to christianity. Hmmm …
And I thought the idea of casting a goat out into the wilderness, on Yom Kippur, to perish, and with it the sins and sorrows of the community with which it was invested, was barmy.
I find it horrible and shameful that our Modern, Civilised society can still so easily be convinced that voodoo shit like that might work.
It is grimly ironic that, as we have moved from an industrial to a service economy, our culture sneers at mac-jobs at one end of the social scale but reveres the parasitic pirates, pick-pockets and pimps at the other.
I had thought of it as a portrait of Richard Branson who is constantly refered to as an entrepreneur rather than the leech that he is … but I’m not sure if anyone would recognise it. One can be a little too cryptic.
A GBU-28 “bunker busting” 5000lb laser-guided bomb designed, or rather cobbled together, to smash hardened bunkers during the Iraq war.
Hardly used, the manufacturers found eager customers in the Israeli Airfoce who found it very efficient at demolishing appartments, mosques, hospitals and schools.
Aiming for the same sort of detached, alienated, ironic feel as Warhol’s gun, it’s as phallic as you could wish — eye in its nose … I’m just not comfortable with its boy toy computer desktop celebration.